Friday Fictioneers – Pieces of Eight

Fisherman’s twine, a bottle-top, seashells, a smooth pebble, a knobbly rock. The treasures in Granddad’s cabinet were as the man himself – surprising, various, and chosen with love. These were his treasure chest and his story book.

Heaving myself up onto the stool, I gazed. Though I’d seen the cabinet before, the contents changed with time, a bit like Granddad’s memories.

“What are these?” I asked, reaching for a stack of coins.

“Arrr,” he said, a protective arm drawing me down with the coins to his lap. “Arrr, Jim lad. Them I got when we took a Spanish galleon.”

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Ah now I see exactly what you were referring to in your comment on mine. We’ve arrived at the same theme, even story. I promise you I never read others before writing my own for fear of undue influence, so this is a coincidence which must go back to our perceived psyche of the young and old.